I guess I haven't had anything to say for a month. If you know me, you know that's not true. But I haven't had any life changing experiences to share, I'll just tell you how I came up with the name for my blog.
In the summer of 2008, I was bound and determined that I was going to get Ryan on an airplane. We needed to go somewhere far enough that would justify a plane ride, but not so far that we spent 8 hours on a plane with a three year old. How about Florida? Disney World was out, too expensive. The location needed to be someplace near the beach, but with other things to do as well. I kept gravitating to Cocoa Beach. Subconsciously I must have been hoping to run into Major Nelson. That was wishful thinking on my part.
Ryan is really excited to go on a plane ride. He can't wait to "blast off."
So we fly into Orlando, and don't go to Disney World. Is that just insane? I haven't decided yet. Get the kids, get the bags, get the rental car, and off we go to Cocoa Beach. Zipping down the highway, a thousand things are running through Ryan's mind. He stops to ponder some cartoon he's recently watched and in
the process, decides to yell at his sister, "I have two words for you, TOO BAD!" This causes the whole car just to erupt in laughter. And because his little mind never stops working, he proceeds to yell out "I have 8 words for you" or "I have 5 words for you" which is then followed by some giggly nonsense which isn't 8 or 5 words long.
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